...all of which reminds me how I once got bodily thrown out of the Sci-Fi club at Churchill.

Man. You wanna define loneliness? Take me, rewind six or so years back and watch me wander the halls end to end, wall to wall, back to back, without a purpose, but with motion in mind as purpose in itself. Like the long walking take in the beginning of Elephant.

Speaking of which, I still wait for the day I'm going to wake up to be told I'm going off the air because the show is cancelled. Anything as ridiculous and wonderful as this life has got to be scripted.